The Russia House was my read on the best day of the year, the day I drop the car off for a service and MOT in Farncombe and have to kill a few hours in Guildford. I hung found on coffee shops, pubs and tea rooms doing the crossword and reading. Got the christmas shopping finished too. The normal complex, cynical second-guessing cold war paranoia of Le Carre, he was a truly great writer. Galeano was an impulse purchase, the first book I've bought to read myself since September as part of a self-imposed embargo. I'm not sure of the point of the embargo, at least it means there are things I want for christmas. I think I may finally have understood the concept of delayed gratification, as I fully intend to be buying all of them on Boxing Day
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